the other night LHJ decided to assay a recipe from one of the touristy mags we acquired whilst in myrtle beach. (apparently, to cooks, new recipes are like new art supplies to the crafty: alive with possibilities and excitement. go figure.) now, we eat well, in these parts, there is no denying it, but we're not what you call *fussy* folk. high-falutin' presentations are generally eschewed. so i'd never expect to see something which looks, like...say...this, to show up in front of me on a random monday night:
not to foment jealousy or unrest of any kind, but it actually *TASTED* even better than it looks. sorry, darlings. try to content yourself with the fact that i will never be a size eight again, ok??! :)
*at times like these, my single friends are apt to ask, "does he have a brother??" in fact he does, but said sibling is not single...and perhaps more significantly...not anything like LHJ. best to keep looking.